The Servant

The clouds grayed the pavement where the hordes hustled around, minding their own business. Edmond viewed them from the comfort of his library. He wouldn't dare partake in their chores, as he deemed them to be quaint and far away from the point. Until he heard the hiss that chilled his bones. After a second of shock, he got up and drew his sword from the book case. And a copy of an anciant tome unkown to anyone. In his pocket, he always kept a piece of chalk.

He stepped on the cobblestone, and glanced, only for a moment at the source of the hissing. A creature of complete ebony, covered with concentrations of barnicles. It was about the size of his 3 story apartment. It rushed towards a young girl, about 5 foot 3. Its long claws swooshed towards her. And then they where halted by a sword of iron. " Mind moving, my dear." Edward cordially muttered. She nodded, and ran away. He freed his sword from the creatures grasps, and jumped away, letting them strike the cobblestone. He dashed at it, and chopped its ungodly hand of. While it was stunned, he began to write.

His arms moved in a flurry, with a furious passion, but also with enough flare to keep it legible. "Good, good. And know for one last swoop." he said to himself while signing his name. " And know, foul creature. Prepare to return to hell, and meet your master, Lord Lucifer himself. " he said, quite loudly, so the beast could hear him clearly. Not that it understood English. He would have to end this creature in latin.

"revertoutinfernusubijutusluciferindoloris"

His rune glowed crimson, and the foul beast roared in fear. It pounced towards Edmond, but a chain drew it down by its neck. More chains grew, as it roared in pain and anger. They slowly digged deeper into its skin, A dark liquid began to escape the space covered by chains. It gave up, and groaned it defeat. A red glow came from below the beast, and it was dragged down quickly.

A silence fell over the crowd. Slowly, Edmond pace back to his apartment. He heard outbursts of "Witch" and "Heretic". But his door was locked before they could get him. Hellen would arrive any minute know. Edmond fell, dumbly,upon his couch. He read a fair bit of "The Myth of Sisyphus " before dowsing off. "Edmond" Hellen called. He started. She looked wonderful. Her dress was lined with paintings of flowers, and was just tight enough to compliment her chest. Her brown hair, while usually in a bow, was let out and semi curly. " Cmon, Edd. Get up." she pleaded. " Very well" he muttered, as he slowly rose from his couch.

She seemed particularly bubbly today, as if it was some special occasion. All they did was buy some flowers, and a small brunch. But she treated every occasion as if it was special. Thats probaly why Edmond loved her. She complimented his overall respite for society very well. But today, she was particularly affable. And then that one, special moment came. She got down to her knees, and poured her heart out. She spoke of love, and marriage. She asked him for his future. But Edmond has no time for that. He ran back to his apartment, and spent the rest of the night alone.

The next day, another creature tormented the pavement. This one was covered in cloth, obscuring its entire body. This one was the same size of Edmond. With a sigh, Edmond left his apartment. "Prepare yourself, foul hethen, to return to your Lord and Master, Lucifer." he read, somewhat blandly. He got on the ground, and wrote his usual runes.

"revertoutinfernusubijutusluciferindoloris"

The creature slowly walked towards Edmond. No chains touched him.

"revertoutinfernusubijutusluciferindoloris"

It continued. "Please, return to your world."  pleaded edmond. The cloth fell from the creatures body. " Hellen" he quietly sobbed to himself. The last thing he heard was:

"revertoutinfernusubijutusluciferindoloris"

Escape An Interactive Depression Experience

This game is a huge downer. But try to look at everything and get both ending to truly experience the game. Should only take you 2 minutes.

http://textadventures.co.uk/games/view/0udthsbm402svgm_4e2rca/escape

The End of Days

The moon and the stars where in the position of the end of days. 
My fragile young life crushed by the stars. 
All I really wanted was to be loved by her.
 Each day, I would say to myself that tomorrow I would tell her.
That for the final days, we would be together.I knew I had to tell her today. 
I ran across the barren streets of New York.
I came to her door, and prepared to state my affection.
Then my short life was ended by the stars,
Frozen in romance, forever and always.



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Blackrock Interception

Through wind, rain, and sleet, the train chugged on. The tears chugged on. Inevitably reaching death. No stop. No rest. Just an infinite descent into heaven. My son had failed the test. He wasn’t one of the. He wasn’t Cheryn. We weren’t Cheryn. They didn’t care where we where raised. They didn’t care who we knew. We where the enemies,and we must be eliminated.

They didn’t even give him a choice. One day, during class, they just took him by the arm, and led him to the test room. I wont let them kill us. I wont give up. In 15 miles, Blackrock Interception
would appear. Its a 20 foot point, where two trains are 2 feet apart. The only point like that in the entire trip. I’m going to jump to the other train. I don’t care where it leads, but better than
not having a head.

The worst part was getting the keys. I had to leave my son in his room, and told him to lock the doors. Every sound could be the Cheryn purists. Every friend could be a traitor. My son must have been terrified.
I snuck up to the office. The guard was in a nearby room, smoking a cigarette. I scurried to the desk. And frantically grabbed at the keys. No luck. I tried again. I grabbed them, but I nearly toppled the desk.The guard stoop up,
and frantically ran towards me. I scurried away, almost tripping. But I escaped with the keys.

I ran to my sons room. He was awake. “You ready?” I asked. “ Yeah mom” he answered, pretending to be brave. “ My little man.” I said, and weakly punched him in the chest. He laughed. “ Tomorrow we escape. ” I assured him. And the morning came.
I woke up. We overslept. I shrugged my son awake.And we got moving to the storage compartment. It had doors, but very little guards. A man spotted me on the way there. “Hey, what are you doing” he asked. We kept on walking. He asked again. We walked faster.
He walked faster. We broke into a sprint. In the blink of an eye, at least 5 guards where following.

We jumped into the storage room. I tried to hold the door shut. But they kept ramming it harder. “Open the door” I yelled at my son, my voice stricken with panic. “Witch key do I have to use?” he responded, with even more panic in his voice. “ The third one!” I shrieked, rolling my eyes.
He got it open. The wind was gusting through the room. 30 seconds until the interception. I broke from the door, yelling. But they caught me mid sprint. They where running after my son now, too. “NO” I screamed. “I cant go without you” My son cried.
“Yes you can. Just jump” I cried. And he did. They almost caught him too. He got on the train.

He was safe. Slowly moving away from me. His future is uncertain, but it exists.